Young Volcanoes || DaveJohn AU

Hella Gay

Your name is John Egbert and this is the best night of your life. You kissed your crush/enemy/best friend. Best part is, he kissed back. Now he's spending the night and you get to snuggle while watching Nicolas Cage movies.

"Nicolas Cage is the best actor I've ever seen." You sigh.

"Dude, no. Sorry, but there's a lot of better actors."

"No way. Nic Cage is the best." You playfully push him and he falls to the ground.

"You've slain me! The mighty beast has fallen!" He dramatically says as he lays on the ground.

"Get back here."

"You get down here." You lean over him, your arm by his head.

"Nope." He chuckles and grabs your arm, pulling you down. You catch yourself with your other arm, you face inches from Dave's. He leans up and kisses you again. You close your eyes and let his head lie on the ground. You pull back and stare at him again. He moves his hands to your waist and he sets you on his lap as he sits up. You wraps your legs around him and hug him. He kisses your nose and you giggle like a little dork.

"You're too damn cute, Egbert." You blush and kiss his forehead. You reach out and poke the side of his lip and pull it up, making him smile.

"You look cute when you smile." He chuckles and kisses you finger. You turn around when you hear the movie start to get intense. You turn around and lean back against Dave while he wraps his arms around you. The movie ends and the credits roll. Not a word is exchanged. You both just close your eyes and start to drift off. The sound of the door opening send you flying off Dave's lap and standing up awkwardly. Dave's bro walks in and tosses a bag down. He winks and says,

"Check the front pocket." Dave groans.

"I swear to god, bro if there's a damn smuppet in there..."

"It's not a smuppet. Have fun kiddos." He closes the door and Dave slowly walks to the bag. He unzips the front pocket and screams,

"BROOOOOOO!" He runs out the door and I follow him. He jumps onto his Bro's back, pulling his hair.

"What did I do?!" Bro shouts.

"You know damn well what you did!" Dave jumps off and runs a hand through his hair. You turn around and peek into the bag. You gasp and start to laugh hysterically. Inside, there are about twenty condoms and a bottle of lube. Dave walks back upstairs to find you rolling on the floor in laughter. "Don't die." He sits down next to you and you sit up, wiping away a few stray tears from laughing so hard. Your glasses fog up a little and you clean them with your shirt.

"Does he do things like that all the time?"

"Yeah. I don't really know why. He hasn't been in a relationship for years." He shrugs it off and zips the bag back up.

"Neither one of us are legal. We're 17!"

"I turn 18 in three months." Dave moves his glasses down and winks. You blush heavily.

"And I in 5 months." You say back in an attempted seductive voice, but it kind of fails. Dave bites his lower lip and looks down. "What's wrong?"

"Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to...maybe be my...boyfrie-" you cut him off by tackle-hugging him and kissing his lips. He hugs back and plays with your hair again. You pull back and rest your forehead on his, the pointy anime shades pressing into your face.

"I'd love to." You say quietly. He smiles and looks at you over the top of his glasses. He starts to laugh a little. "What's so funny?"

"Just a few hours ago, we were beating the shit out of one another."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was my fault-"

"No, don't say that. I threw the first punch."

"I provoked you..."

"It's okay. We didn't understand what we were feeling. Let's just forget that happened."

"What about everyone at school? What will they think?"

"I'm sure it'll be fine. If you don't want to come out for a while, we won't." Dave kisses your nose again, making you giggle.

"Okay." You yawn and Dave scoops you up bridal style, carrying you to the bed.

"Is it sleepy time for little Egbert?"

"I don't even have my PJs on!" You say back, rolling out of his arms.

"Alright. Put 'em on!" He walks over to his bag and pulls out a red tank top and crimson red pajama pants. You grab your fluffy blue pajama pants and an old blue shirt. You can't help but sneak a peek as Dace takes off his shirt, his back muscles and all their glory. He has a few scars on his shoulders, presumably from sword fights with his bro. You almost whine when he puts on the tank top. You sigh and take off your own shirt, but you feel like something's staring at you. You turn around and find Dave staring at you, a deep blush across his cheeks. He sees you looking and panics. "Uh-I...I wasn't-i don't have a boner-shit...fuck!" He hits himself in the head and you laugh a little.

"It's fine. I'm guilty of the same crime." You smile and he smiles back. You start to pull on your shirt.

"Wait, we're both staring. Fuck shirts." Dave takes his off and you ditch yours. He runs at you and you start to panic. He tackles you down to the bed and starts tickling your sides.

"AHAHA! DAVE! QUIT IT! AHAHAHA!" You squirm around as he "attacks" you. He stops and you keep breathing heavily. The lights are off, so you reach up and take off Dave's glasses. You can never get enough of his eyes. He leans down and kisses you again. Your lips move in perfect sync. A feeling of peace and bliss falls over the room as you relax together. Dave lies himself down on you, letting your chests touch. Your breath hitches slightly at the touch. Your bodies link together perfectly, like lock and key. Every curve matches. You roll so that you're both lying on your sides. He pulls the blanket over the both of you and kisses your forehead. You smile and wrap your arm around his waist. He does the same to you and you relax at his touch. His crimson eyes glow brightly in your mind and you and Dave slowly drift off to sleep.